Across the darkest waters
The mist lies silent in haze
What carries the divine eternal
Will yield to the bottomless

The pious hands
As nails to the catafalque
Atonement demands of this
What the hallowed halls cannot
No consecration
To the shadowed unholy ghost
Their glory unsanctified
In the hollow tombs of rot

I hear the night
The blood runs cold
I hear the night
Forevermore

The dead shall fall
Below the earth
They lie in wait
Always to return
They are deities of deathlike sleep

Inside of life's array
The insolent curse takes hold
As they profane the fallen
All madness be lost to time

The pious hands
As nails to the catafalque
Atonement demands of this
What the hallowed halls cannot
No consecration
To the shadowed unholy ghost
Their glory unsanctified
In the hollow tombs of rot

I can feel it
I can feel it now
I can feel it dying

I hear the night
The blood runs cold
I hear the night
Forevermore

The dead shall fall
Below the earth
They lie in wait
Always to return
They are deities of deathlike sleep